Ah, if there is something not human about him, it would be his handsome face and well-built physique. Although I promised to spend time with Kamian like a friend, there are times when my heart beats uncontrollably when I see his face. It's inevitable, just like how your leg involuntarily lifts when you hit the spot below your knee.

Sensing my intense gaze, Kamian's head turned towards me. Before our eyes could meet, he quickly averted his gaze and pretended to work on his assignment. Just in case he misunderstood that I was interested in him.

At that moment, someone tapped me on the back with a morning greeting. I recognized the owner of the hand that had touched my back just by hearing the voice.

"Hello, Li... What? Theological assignment?"

"Hello, Tessa. Hurry and copy."

I pushed Kamian's textbook to the center. Tessa let out a fresh scream and joined me enthusiastically in copying Kamian's assignment.

"Oh, my hand is going to fall off."

Despite crying, she didn't stop writing. While hastily copying the assignment, she suddenly realized that my textbook had disappeared. Huh? In the blink of an eye, even the pen had vanished. What the... I raised my head in surprise. Kamian was holding my textbook in his hand and swiftly twirling the pen with one hand.

"Don't you have time to play around? Give it back quickly."

Kamian narrowed his eyes and brought the textbook close to his face, then dropped it back and forth.

"What if I draw worms instead of writing?"

"Give it back."

He smirked and finally took my textbook to his own desk. Ah, I'm running out of time. I was infuriated. With my face all scratched up, I walked all the way to Kamian's desk, but he was already doing my assignment for me.

As Tessa was copying Kamian's textbook, I let that go for now and began solving the problems with my own mind. Even if it was a problem I had solved before, there were a few places that could be confusing, but Kamian smoothly wrote down the process of solving it. With a straight and neat handwriting.

Can a demon be so good at theology?

"Well, I won't do it a second time."

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Feeling somewhat grateful and embarrassed

Words spilled out abruptly. Without waiting for Kamian's scolding, I snatched the textbook and returned to my seat as if seizing a prize. Tessa, too, must have finished copying the assignment, for she leaned back on the desk, stroking her wrist.

"By the way, did you hear?" she asked.

"Hmm?"

"We're getting a new professor next semester. A young one. Teaching martial arts. Isn't it astonishing? It's already surprising to have a young professor in this rural area, but to have a newly established martial arts course as well."

"Ah..."

Tessa seemed dissatisfied with my lukewarm response. Poking at her forearm with her finger, she inquired, "Aren't you surprised? Have your emotions died down? Were you perhaps made of straw?"

I had to muster the reaction Tessa wanted, even if it meant forcing it. But all I could do was bow my head in silence.

I knew all too well who the incoming martial arts professor was. It wasn't just knowing their name—I knew their family background, closest comrades, favorite food, and even their tender-hearted affection for weak animals, in extraordinary detail.

The incoming professor was none other than Luke Florence. The mere thought of seeing him sent my heart pounding uncontrollably.

Finally, I would behold my first love.

My feet refused to stay still, constantly tapping against the floor. Overwhelmed by the surging excitement threatening to burst from my mouth, I eventually had to lie down, concealing my face.

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"Huh-uhmp!"

His arms swung fiercely. With clenched jaws and beads of sweat trickling down his neck, he exerted all his strength.

"If I hear that fierce cry, I'd think you're lifting an entire house."

She couldn't utter a word against Kamian's mocking, for she struggled to balance the basket of potatoes precariously atop her head. Kamian, seated on the bench with her long legs stretched out, was chewing on an apple. Her protruding leg snapped in response to my heavy breathing.

"Take it easy. If you keep going like this, you'll burst blood vessels on your face, just like last time."

"Ah, ugh..."

I wanted to say 'damn.' Just then, Kamian tossed the bitten apple toward me. As the apple precisely landed inside the basket, I, barely maintaining my balance, wavered without a trace of composure under the weight of half an apple. And...

Clang! Eight potatoes from the basket rolled out in a tumble. I remained in the fallen position, staring intently at Kamian without making any attempt to get up.

"If you're going to be a hindrance, then stay indoors!"

I suffer all this hardship because of you, you scoundrel! You wouldn't have a moment's peace if it weren't for me. However, Kamian, who knows nothing of my inner turmoil, approached me with a smile on her lips. His large hand slid gently between my armpits, and I felt my body being lifted effortlessly.

"Take it easy. Today is the day, you know."